Talking to this girl is like playing minesweeper on hard. There's red flags everywhere.
hot pretzels for dinner, snacks, and now breakfast...oh to be a poor college student...everyday is like a carnival.
i was quietly enjoying my waffles when he came downstairs naked, kissed me on the forehead, and thanked me for the night before. i didnt even know anyone stayed over.
We made a trail of cheez balls so we knew how to get back to te apartment.
Whiskey??
It will be at least another 6 weeks before I say yes again. I'm bruised. I stole sex cards and a really nice pocket knife. I acquired a vial of my own blood. Talk about a yard sale...
There is blood on the door to my room, I have to go to sleep
I'm drunk, we're losing, and I'm in the visitors stands. This is about to get ugly.
He invites me over too FucK and i wind up eating 6 jimboys tacos with his roommates. While he waited in his room. Maybe next time
she's sitting there like the lesbian godfather. A cigarette in one hand and a titty in the other.
I basically have sex lined up for me in three different countries. If that's not a feat I don't know what is
There is nothing wrong with watching parks and rec all day then getting blackout drunk by night
I'm so pissed theres no male strip clubs around where we are staying I looked extensively
I'm sorry I lead life with my vagina.
I'm crying watching Rihanna at the VMAs. Periods are a bitch
My apartment stinks of burning failure
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